Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Gratitude.

'Cheers.'

Clink.

Both took a deep sip of the mulled red liquid that filled their glasses. Craig revelled in its taste, Tweek however; let's just say it looked like someone had zapped his brain.

'I said get coffee.' Craig stifled a chuckle, gently placing his glass down upon the table lace. The restaurant was alight with a warm hue, tables dotted fairly decently apart and there was only a handful of diners that were scattered around the room too. Quiet, peaceful and not too overcrowded - it was perfect.

Tweek was struggling to finish his mouthful of wine, his face was screwed in a wince as the liquid burnt the back do his throat. The pastor couldn't help but watch as Tweek went through the motions of his alcohol intake - he was strange, but weirdly endearing.

'Oh... Oh... That was god awful...' Tweek coughed, fingers pushing the glass over to Craig's side of the table. He screwed up his face once more before grabbing the complimentary water that rested in the centre of the table and chugging that down instead. Luckily, no one gave the pair any looks. The blond eventually settled back into his seat, pushing back locks that fell in his eyes.

Attention turned back to this mornings events.

'Did you see the look on Scott's face? That felt incredible.' Craig hummed, it was forever a memory burned into his mind that he'd treasure dearly.

'Pride is a sin, Pastor...' The other retorted, Tweek had began to skim through the menu for his choice of meal for the evening. Craig simply rolled green eyes in return, now he was being lectured by the devil.

'It wouldn't of happened that way without you, so thank you - again.' Collecting his glass, he raised it as if he was toasting his new companion before polishing the glass off.

'So...' Eyes peering over the menu to catch the others gaze. 'You got a taste today... Like I said before, I think you've got what it takes to walk all over this town.' Referring back to their earlier conversations, it was clear Craig enjoyed the power and popularity that came from today - even if the demon had much to play in its part.

Craig paused.

'Today was a bit of fun, right?' His lack of emotion taking over in his expression again. 'It's not like it's going to happen again, we put Scott back in his box...'

'People are gonna expect it.' Laying the menu flat, Tweek leaned forward in his seat. 'You practically sparked a revolution today... You really thought it was gonna end there?'

In all honesty, Craig had thought that he'd embarrassed Scott's decision so much that he'd now be constantly kept in the realms of youth pastor and nothing more. But Tweek was right, all those people present this morning were going to talk to their friends and their family and then they'd talk and...

His phone pinged in his pocket.

Craig excused himself to look at the message, his expression dropped as soon as he read it.

'I've been asked to do next weeks Sunday service...'

'Told ya.' And with that, the imp returned to browsing the menu. 'Just think on it... Cleanse the town, rid the sin, get rid of some bad guys in the process... You'll be top dog. Unless, that's not what you want - then I suggest you back out now before things get too crazy.'

Craigs fingertips rapped on the table, 'I don't know what I want...'

'I know, so for now... Don't think, and help me choose what I'm having for dinner... If not I'm finding a goat from the nearest field and eating it to go.' He didn't like the look of disgust on the pastors face. 'Joking...'

...

Cleared plates and emptied glasses slovenly littered the table, both parties were slouched into the backs of their chairs content with the meal they had received.

'Ah man... That was so good.' The little imp was glowing, hunger gone. Craig had even observed that his skin seemed a little brighter and the bruising had faded quite drastically around his face. Even the cuts had become barely noticeable.

Dashing his lips with a napkin, the pastor slowly nodded in agreement. 'I couldn't manage another bite.' He instead reached for the bottle on the table, refilling his glass with more wine.

'I wanna ask...' The imp started, with some intoxication he may get more answers out of the straight forward pastor. 'Why-why did you want to become a member of the church... You don't strike me as the type...'

'I'm gonna need more wine for that.' He was quick to respond, he'd ask for another bottle and the bill the next time the waitress passed them by.

'C'mon man... We're not the judgemental type, not like your lot... Always condemning.' Tweek was genuinely interested, the two of them barely knew each other - he wanted to know the person now bound for life to him.

'Oh-Kay... What about you then? Who were you before all this?' Craig waved his hand up and down the imp in front of him, clearly the wine was starting to go to his head.

'I don't know.'

'What do you mean 'you don't know?'' His eyes narrowed, that seemed stupid.

'I don't know. Can't tell you, I've just been like this for as long as I can remember - I don't know anything about my past life... This... This is all I've known...' Tweek shrugged, he didn't know how old he was or if he even had a family. Being an Imp was all he knew.

'So you weren't born human and died or something?' Craig's eyes narrowed on the other.

'Don't know. If I did, I'd tell you... But this is my truth.' He rested his head upon his palm, he had nothing to hide. 'Guess it's better this way... I don't know if I'd like to know.' With that, Craig felt a bit of sorrow for the other - all he knew was hellfire and pain. The imp flashed the pastor a weak smile, picking up on Craig's emotions. 'Don't feel bad for me, I'm okay with it.'

With perfect timing, the waitress appeared once more at their table - beginning to clear away dishes and glasses. 'Oh...' Snapping out of his distant state. 'Could we grab the bill please, and another bottle. Thank you.'

The waitress nodded. 'Certainly, sir.'

'Oh just one moment...' Tweek chimed up once more, his hand brushing the waitresses wrists. 'I'm really sorry, we've already settled the bill - he's got a terrible memory.' Craig shot him a rather confused look, but the waitress agreed and walked away.

'You dumbass, you don't do that...' Knocking his toe into the imps shin. 'M'am, M'am...' Craig stood up and followed after her, refusing to leave unless he had settled their bill.

'Me? Dumbass..? You coulda walked away with a free meal, dude...'  Huffing, Tweek rested back in his chair while admiring his surroundings. The earth world was quiet. He was revelling in every moment.

After a few moments alone, Craig returned to where Tweek remained - bottle in tow - before retaking his seat again. 'I should probably order us a cab to pick us up...' He announced, shifting through his pocket to retrieve his phone again. Once recovered, he scrolled through to find the necessary app.

'Hey, dude...' Craig's concentration was broken, eyes averting upwards to find Tweek leaning over the table. He simply raised an eyebrow in question. 'Is that... Is that your sister?' The imp pointed towards the farthest window as Craig whipped around in his seat as quickly as he could.

And there she was. Hands cupped over her eyes and peering through the window, once her assumptions had dawned on her she hopped back and waved with glee.

Craig felt his cheeks burn crimson.